Zhuge Rong was stunned at first, then surprised, and said eagerly: "Do you really have a way?" ”

Fang Shao's eyebrows raised slightly, and said: "Of course, miss, don't you want to marry those sons outside, it's also simple, I will pretend to be a suitor, win this competition, let those people know the difficulties and retreat, so that Mrs. has nothing to say." ”

Zhuge Rong also said that he had any good ideas, and his joy suddenly dimmed again.

Fang Shao knew what she was thinking, didn't she just think that she was just a cook, what could she do, Fang Shao didn't have literary talent, but he had a smart brain with a deep memory.

So Fang Shao smiled and said: "Miss don't worry, I have served Mr. for more than half a year, every time I listen to him chant poems, I have learned a lot of literary style, and anyway, Miss will review it, when the time comes, I will write a few lines of poetry casually, and Miss will think it is the best." ”

Zhuge Rong also felt reasonable, although she had concerns, but after thinking about it, only this somewhat 'ridiculous' method could help her get out of trouble, although it was only a glimmer of hope, but she always had to give it a try.

At that moment, Zhuge Rong made up her mind, but she was not very relieved, so she repeatedly advised: "You must act more seriously, don't let my mother see the flaws, and also, your poems don't need to be written well, but at least you must be able to read them well, my mother also knows a little about poetry, I'm afraid she ......."

"Miss, you believe me, okay, I'll go." Fang Shao interrupted Zhuge Rong's uneasy instructions, smiled and strode away.

When Fang Shao slipped out of the back door, Zhuge Rong regretted it a little again, and muttered: "I'm too urgent, my head is confused, he's just a cook, what kind of knowledge can he have, I'm afraid that I will be confused when I see this big scene, how can I listen to him with his big words!" ”

When she wanted to call Fang Shao back, it was too late, and through the pane, she saw that Fang Shao had already walked into the front hall.

"One step later, please forgive your wife." Fang Shao strode up to Mrs. Zhuge and bowed, his tone calm.

As soon as he entered the door like this, he immediately disrupted the quiet atmosphere of the examination room, and those sons who were thinking hard about themselves raised their heads one after another, but when they saw a plainly dressed young man coming in, many people had a little more disdain in their eyes.

Mrs. Zhuge was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know what this little brother is called, what are you looking for me?" ”

Fang Shao said angrily: "The late born Long Fang Shao, the word is correct, I came here to make my daughter participate in this literary exam, but I was late because I was delayed for some hours on the road, and I ask the old lady to forgive me." ”

Mrs. Zhuge looked Fang Shao up and down, and saw that he was only in his early twenties, although his eyebrows were clear and his eyes were beautiful, and his aura was extraordinary, but the clothes on his body were similar to those of the rural farmer, and he didn't think that he was the son of a high-ranking compound, so her face was slightly unhappy, and her tone became a little colder, and said: "I don't know what position Ling Zun has in his current position, and what kind of property he has in his family." ”

As soon as Mrs. Zhuge opened her mouth, she asked him what his father was doing and what property he had in the family, and he was a greedy person for money, but Fang Shao disagreed, and said: "My parents died early, and now I am alone, farming as a living, and reading some poetry and books in my spare time." Why, Mrs. Fei's competition is not only more literary than the literary style, but also more than the wealth of the family? ”

Mrs. Zhuge wanted to say a few cold words to persuade him to leave, but when Fang Shao said this, if he was driven away, he would seem to be a greedy person, so in desperation, she had to say: "Come on, show this Fang Gongzi to sit." ”

So at the suggestion of Mrs. Zhuge , the servants placed a table in the corner, and Fang Shao walked over and sat down indifferently under the contemptuous eyes of everyone, but he didn't think about it, and picked up the pen and wrote like a dragon and a snake.

Behind the window, Zhuge Rong was so nervous, seeing that his mother finally didn't drive him away, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but when she saw that he didn't say a word, she was uneasy when she buried her head in writing, I don't know what he would write, in case it was a bad article, even if he said it well, he couldn't convince his mother.

Just when Zhuge Rong was uneasy, Fang Shao's pen had stopped, and a poem came out in a blink of an eye, and then he sat there and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Zhuge Rong immediately chuckled in her heart: "Why did he finish writing so quickly, could it be a nonsense scribble, alas, it seems that I can't count on him." ”

Half an hour later, Mrs. Zhuge announced the end of the exam, asked the servants to collect everyone's poems, and said with a smile: "You can taste some fruits here first, and there will be results later." ”

So Mrs. Zhuge personally returned to the back hall with a stack of poems, and complained as soon as they met: "I don't know where a villager came from, and I don't think what my identity is, and I also want to climb our Zhuge family, I really don't know each other." ”

Zhuge Rong was quite disapproving of her mother's words, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said: "Why did my mother say that, didn't you agree to me to recruit relatives this time and only look at the literary talents, but why should you care about other people's family backgrounds." ”

Mrs. Zhuge smiled and said, "Okay, just look at the literature, that kid can't write any good poems, the poems are all here, you can review them yourself." ”

Zhuge Rong had no choice but to read every poem, and before she could read a few copies, Mrs. Zhuge said again: "You also read it here just now, there are really a few talented and good-looking families among those sons, presumably their poems are also excellent, don't look away." ”

Zhuge Rong pursed her lips and said unhappily: "Mother, you don't have to knock on the side, don't worry, if the person you fancy is really good at his writing, I will naturally choose it." ”

Mrs. Zhuge also felt bored, so she had to remain silent.

Zhuge Rong flipped over there, only to feel that most of those poems were gorgeous but empty works, either writing about the gorgeous life of the son's buddies, or moaning without illness and pretending to be melancholy, the more I looked at it, the more boring I felt, thinking that if I married such a person, wouldn't this life be spent in boring and boring, it would really be more uncomfortable than death.

Flipping through it, he suddenly saw Fang Shao's name, Zhuge Rong's body was shocked, he took a deep breath, and looked at the poems he wrote in a moment with a glimmer of hope.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric, such as morning dew, go to say bitter and ......" When she saw the first two lines of the poem, she couldn't help but be shocked.

“…… Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been chanting to this day......" When I read it again, Zhuge Rong's heart was already surging.

“…… The mountains are not tired of being high, and the water is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart. ”

After reading the whole poem, Zhuge Rong's opinion of Fang Shao has changed drastically, she never thought that a country cook could write such a sincere poem, but the words are beautiful.

She discarded the other poems, handed them to her mother, and excitedly said, "That's him." ”

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